Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Yamato Gansuke and Morobushi Takaaki, who were standing by, discussed the issue of fingerprints on the door handles and paint cans.

Without more clues, even if we deduce everything, it won't work.

Finally, Zhu Fu Gaoming decided:

"In any case, perhaps it is necessary to meet again with the four people who used to live in this mansion. This time, we should use some tricks."

Yun Xianhe nodded in agreement.

He was listening to the announcement on the electronic sticker, and it was time to get off work and go home for dinner.

However, before he could ask the two where they were going to eat tonight, he heard Yamato Gansuke snort and laugh:

"You can go by yourself if you want. Okay, after you meet those four people, send the report back to my house."

Wait, you're going to investigate so late?

"Okay, but Xianhe-kun should also want to go with me, right?"

Yun Xianhe who was suddenly named:

“…Huh? Ah…”

Don't you want to eat first?

Yamato Gansuke at the side froze for a moment and said stubbornly:

"It's up to you. Even if you take him with you, he won't stand on your side!"

"Wait a moment,"

"Haha, it's okay, I just want to take him with me."

"I said,

"As you please!"

The two of them took turns to finalize the next steps.

Yun Xianhe, who didn't say a word during the whole process, stood petrified on the spot, with his mouth half open, wanting to say a swear word, not knowing whether he should say it or not.

...Hello!

He hasn't agreed yet!

Sitting in the back seat of the car driven by Zhu Fu Gaoming, Yun Xianhe had a look of despair on his face.

The listless hero looked at the two Morobushi who were fastening their seat belts in tacit agreement in front of him, and asked depressedly:

"Do we have to ask so late?"

Can't we go tomorrow morning?

Or should we go eat first?

"Sorry, I'll treat you to a nice dinner when this is over."

"Ok."

The easily compromised hero leaned back in his chair, stretched out his hand to embrace the little detective beside him, rubbed his little face, and said pitifully:

"Damn Officer Yamato, you brought me here without even giving me any food. Woohoo, Conan, we won't starve to death in Nagano, will we?"

Conan was about to take out a cookie from his pocket and give it to the other person:

"..."

Seeing how energetic Brother Xianhe looks, he probably isn’t too hungry yet.

"Here, Xianhe."

Zhu Fujingguang in the front seat handed over a bag of bread.

Yun Xianhe immediately abandoned (?) Conan and reverently stretched out his hands to take it:

"Wow! Mr. Guang, you are simply a savior!"

“Haha…that’s too exaggerated.”

Conan, who was thrown aside, raised his hand to push up his glasses, took out a biscuit from his pocket and stuffed it into Yun Xianhe's arms:

"Eat."

"As expected, Conan, you still love me!"

"??ha?"

Conan's face turned red when he heard this.

He looked at the smiling Yun Xianhe, couldn't help shivering, and quietly moved to the other side of the seat.

No, Brother Xianhe is so hungry that his brain has gone bad.

The brave man calmed down after having food.

Zhu Fu Gaoming glanced at Yun Xianhe, whose cheeks were bulging from eating, in the rearview mirror and asked casually:

"Does Xianhe-kun have any ideas about that red wall?"

"I do have some ideas, but I can't point them out directly. After all, there is no evidence."

The man who stuffed the biscuits into his mouth in two or three bites said this, successfully attracting the attention of the other three.

"Brother Xianhe, have you figured out the hint of the deceased?"

"I think so, but you don't usually think of this idea. Do you know the "color wheel"? "

"Hue ring?"

Conan was stunned when he heard this.

Zhu Fu Gaoming, who was driving, suddenly thought of a lot of things and said:

"I see. The victim, Akashi Shusaku, was an illustrator. So, is this a hint?"

"If my guess is correct. The black and white chairs standing back to back represent opposites, then on the color wheel, red is directly opposite to green."

Seeing Conan standing aside in shock, Yun Xianhe chuckled:

"You didn't expect it because it's not an area you're familiar with, right? I thought it would be easy, but..."

"No evidence."

That's right, they had no evidence to prove that the person represented by green was the murderer.

After all, these are just speculations, right?

Zhu Fu Gaoming, who was sitting in the driver's seat, was silent for a while and narrowed his eyes slightly:

"It seems that I have to ask clearly later."

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"You are the police officer from last time. I should have told you everything about the deceased Zhou Zuo, right?"

What a coincidence, the first stop is the home of the most suspicious suspect.

Yun Xianhe, who was standing behind Zhu Fu Gaoming, squinted his eyes and listened to the scanner reporting the other party's expression.

Perhaps it was because his pure white hair was too eye-catching, the scanner kept repeating the sentence "The target person is looking at you".

It seemed that he didn't sense Suichuan Naoki's doubts.

Zhu Fu Gaoming held the notebook and said calmly:

"To be honest, we found your fingerprints on the door handle of the room where Mr. Akashi was imprisoned."

Bombing one?

Seeing that Zhu Fu Gao Ming had no intention of introducing the people who followed him, Cuichuan Shangshu had to answer his question first.

"Oh... I lived in that house six years ago. I never expected that fingerprints from that long ago would still be there..."

At this point, Suichuan Naoki seemed to be reminiscing.

Seeing that Yun Xianhe had no intention of speaking, Conan on the side had to speak up himself:

"So you haven't been back to that mansion since you moved out six years ago?"

The child's voice made Suichuan Naoki stunned for a moment.

However, seeing that the others had no intention of stopping him, he still responded.

"May I ask how your relationship with the other five people is?"

This is what Yun Xianhe asked.

For some reason, Suichuan Shangshu was frightened by the boy's pair of dark, heterochromatic eyes hidden behind his glasses.

"Who are these two children?"

He avoided the gaze and looked at Zhu Fu Gaoming standing beside him.

The latter naturally introduces:

"They are the detectives who are here to help solve this case and the other party's assistants."

"Detective? ...Are you serious about kids being detectives and detective assistants?"

After hearing this, Yun Xianhe smiled and put his hands in his pockets, standing there, and said loudly:

"Don't change the subject, uncle."

Hearing this, Suichuan Shangshu choked up, turned his head and said:

"My relationship with those guys should be considered good."

"With Miss Aoi?"

"…Why does it involve Xiao Lan?"

"You don't need to know this, uncle. You just need to answer the questions and cooperate with the investigation."

Yun Xianhe's attitude was somewhat tough.

It only takes a moment to be shocked.

After all, he is an actor. Suichuan Shangshu quickly adjusted his emotions and said lightly:

"Ah, I used to like Xiao Lan. I should say that everyone who lived in that apartment liked her at that time."